as I travel on flooded paths
I see flowering grasses shimmer.
I see synergy now
where before I saw
charcoal trunks of absolute black
after the wildfires.
On this spring evening
green tree leaf growth, ferns and maidenhair
are returning everywhere.
Yet there is no canopy above,
so no bird calls do I hear,
as silence brings our hearts to sing
joy for these new times happening.
Photos taken 22/11/22: November 22, 2022
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